Eight hundred and fortieth chapters choose the day is better to hit the sun
"Congratulations to Palace Master Lin for being promoted to saint."
Sensing the aura of the holy way lingering around Lin Zhiyun, Saint Bingchi's face was filled with a joyful smile, but he was secretly frightened inside.
Even though he had heard about this from his daughter, seeing it with his own eyes still shocked him greatly.
After all, Lin Zhiyun is several years younger than Li Bing, but the aura she exudes is not only not harsh, but is actually more solid than many veteran saints.
Saint Bing Chi was even a little unsure. If he and Lin Zhiyun were to let go and fight alone, who would have a higher chance of winning.
"Thank you, senior." Lin Zhiyun replied with a smile.
"Palace Master Lin is only in his twenties this year, right?" Saint Bingchi said with emotion, "A saint in his twenties is simply unbelievable. I'm afraid it is also unique in ancient times."
Saint Bing Chi did not know the legend of Lin Xingyue, nor did he know that the saint in the Dark Temple who had also been promoted to saint had just turned twenty.
"Senior, you are so complimentary." Lin Zhiyun's fair face turned slightly red, emitting an indescribable light that was indescribably charming.
Not far away, Li Bing's eyes wandered back and forth between her and Zhong Wen. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, half-smiling, not knowing what he was thinking.
"What I said is from the bottom of my heart. Shen Wei only took that step when he was more than a hundred years old." Saint Bingchi shook his head and said, "Among us old guys, he has become the fastest one to become a saint, but with Palace Master Lin
When compared, it’s simply…”
In the middle of his words, his eyes accidentally fell on Zhong Wen, his voice stopped suddenly, and his eyes showed a look of extreme shock.
"You, you have also advanced?"
He felt that the aura of the young man in white was mysterious and unpredictable, and it was completely impossible to see through.
"It seems there's still a slight difference." Zhong Wen replied regretfully.
"It turns out he is still a spiritual master who has entered Taoism." Saint Bingchi couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.
After all, Zhong Wen looks to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. It would be too shocking to become a saint at this age.
Moreover, when he is in the spiritual realm, he can fight with the saints back and forth, regardless of the outcome.
Once he was promoted to a saint, Saint Bingchi thought with his buttocks and knew that his strength would definitely be far superior to his own.
The thought of not being able to beat up this hateful boy who had swallowed his own cabbage made him feel as uncomfortable as eating a fly.
"It's a bit wrong to say that he is a spiritual master who has entered Taoism."
Zhong Wen scratched his head, with a strange expression on his face, "Junior seems to have understood the rudiment of domain, but he just can't release it."
It turned out that while reading letters in Lin Xingyue's room, Zhong Wen was inspired by Feng Wuya, and gained a new understanding of his own path. Coupled with the majestic spiritual power gained from dual cultivation with the bride, the barrier to sainthood was close.
It's so close, it seems like it can be broken through easily at any time.
However, for some reason, he tried his best to overcome this thin barrier like a piece of paper, but it was always difficult to overcome it.
To describe this situation as "so far away" is really appropriate.
Could it be because of "Zhongwen No. 2"?
Puzzled, Zhong Wen had no choice but to attribute the failure of the climb to a ridiculous reason: his own avenue fell asleep.
"The prototype of the domain?" Saint Bingchi was stunned when he heard the words, and then he stroked his chin and said slowly, "I have seen some ancient cultivators in ancient books. Although they have not become saints, their strength far exceeds that of Dao Spirit Masters.
Called a half-step saint, are you in this state right now?"
"Yeah, maybe." Zhong Wen's heart moved.
In his memory, the former deputy master of Yaowang Valley relied on countless top-grade elixirs to reach the level of a half-step saint.
Previously, all his thoughts were focused on why he couldn't advance to the next level. Now that he thinks about it carefully, he realizes that there really is such a level in the world. Even in ancient times, there were not a few cultivators who were stuck at this level for dozens or hundreds of years.
This guy is truly a monster!
Should we take advantage of the fact that he has not yet reached the level of a saint and fix it seriously?
Saint Bing Chi was amazed and couldn't help but secretly make calculations.
However, after hesitating for a long time, Saint Bing Chi finally gave up the idea.
It was not because of his moral conscience or shame, but after repeated perceptions, he found that even Zhong Wen now had an unfathomable aura. If he acted rashly, he would probably make a fool of himself.
"Senior Bing Chi is safe."
Lin Zhiyun asked, "The Lord of the Dark Temple must have suffered a lot?"
"Mo Disheng's intention is just to lure me away so that the other spiritual masters can show their strength." Saint Bingchi shook his head and said bitterly, "When you are far away, he will find an opportunity to escape.
, I didn’t fight to the death with me.”
"This Palace Master Mo is a man of deep thought and decisive actions. He is worthy of being a hero of the generation." Zhong Wen sighed with a serious look on his face, "If he hadn't met me, I'm afraid he would have succeeded."
As soon as he said this, he was immediately greeted with blank stares from everyone around him.
“It’s rare for Palace Master Lin to come to my ‘Ice Chi Island’ as a guest.”
Saint Bingchi ignored Zhong Wen and turned to Lin Zhiyun and said kindly, "Why don't I let you take you around for a look? Although the island is not big, the scenery is quite unique."
"Thank you, senior." Lin Zhiyun nodded slightly.
The two of them walked in the air, one behind the other, slowly walking towards the center of the island.
When the figures of Saint Bingchi and Lin Zhiyun turned into two small dots, Li Bing's beautiful eyes turned and fell on Zhong Wen. With a half-smile on his face, he said inexplicably: "Did you succeed?"
"What, what?" Zhong Wen's heart trembled, he hesitated, pretending to be confused.
Li Bing stopped talking, with a playful look in his eyes.
"They're gone." Zhong Wen clumsily changed the subject, "Do you want to catch up quickly?"
Li Bing remained silent, just watching him quietly.
"Bing'er, I'm sorry."
Zhong Wen was so stunned by her sight that he finally couldn't resist anymore. Like a deflated rubber ball, he said dejectedly, "I have already married the palace master's sister."
"Really?" Li Bing's eyes flashed with a strange color, and he murmured softly, "Are you married already?"
Zhong Wen felt guilty, his head lowered, and he did not dare to speak.
"Why are you acting like this?" Li Bing said with a faint smile, "Do you think I don't know that you like Palace Master Lin?"
"Binger, you..." Zhong Wen suddenly raised his head.
"Before you met me, you already had two women." Li Bing continued, "Can I still expect you to love only me in this life?"
Zhong Wen felt moved in his heart and quickly stepped forward, reaching out to hold Li Bing's catkins.
Unexpectedly, Li Bing turned sideways, nimbly avoiding his hands, and then jumped up, hanging high in the sky: "Let's go, don't keep dad and the others waiting for too long."
Does she still have a grudge after all?
Zhong Wen felt a little heavy. Looking at Li Bing's graceful figure walking in the air, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"By the way, you once promised to snatch me away from daddy."
Unexpectedly, after taking only two steps, Li Bing suddenly looked back and said, "I wonder when it will be possible to cash in?"
Zhong Wen shuddered, his eyes looking at Li Bing were full of tenderness, and an indescribable feeling of happiness instantly flowed through his body.
"It's better to choose the day than to hit it." He grinned, showing a row of white teeth, "It's rare to come to 'Ice Chi Island' once, how can you return empty-handed?"
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"Ice Chi Cave?"
Saint Bing Chi looked at Zhong Wen alertly, "Why are you going to Bing Chi Cave?"
Now facing Zhong Wen, he would instinctively develop a mentality of guarding against thieves.
"As far as this junior knows, Bingchi Cave is an ancient mine." With Li Bing beside him, Zhong Wen did not hide his thoughts, "This junior is in urgent need of several kinds of ores, so he wants to go in and try his luck."
"What do you want the ore for?" Saint Bing Chi didn't buy it, and still asked reluctantly.
"Senior, I don't know." Zhong Wenke replied politely, "Junior is a pretty good weapon refiner."
"Item Refiner, you?" Saint Bing Chi's face was filled with doubt.
"Senior Bingchi, this junior can attest to this." Newlywed wife Lin Zhiyun on the side spoke in support, "Zhong Wen's weapon refining level should be as good as any weapon refiner in the world."
"Yes, really?"
Hearing Lin Zhiyun praise Zhong Wen, Saint Bingchi became even more unhappy. He glared at Zhong Wen and said, "Even if you really know how to refine weapons, this Bingchi Cave is a restricted area, and even Bing'er has never entered it. How many times, why should I let you, an outsider, come in and take advantage?"
"Senior, although the ore is precious, it must meet a good refiner to realize its true value." Zhong Wen advised earnestly, "Otherwise, even if it is left on the island, it will just be a better-looking stone."
"Absurd!" Saint Bingchi retorted loudly, "Is it possible that there is no senior weapon refiner on Bingchi Island?"
"Dad." Li Bing suddenly interrupted, "Where can we find a high-level weapon refiner on our island?"
Saint Bingchi did not expect that his daughter would come to cause trouble, so he could not help but stiffen his face and said nothing. His eyes drifted to the side, pretending not to hear.
"This junior didn't want to go in for nothing." Zhong Wen smiled secretly in his heart, but said, "I can exchange it for other treasures."
"You are so young." Saint Bing Chi said disdainfully, "What kind of treasure can you come up with?"
"boom!"
Before he finished speaking, a huge ginseng plant appeared in front of Zhong Wen. Its strong medicinal fragrance instantly filled the air, making people feel refreshed unconsciously.
"This, this is..."
Looking at the ginseng plant in front of him, which was almost the same size as an adult, Saint Bing Chi had a look of surprise on his face and fell into deep self-doubt.